SacredDream

In a world where power is everything. A young boy named Hayden was rejected by its one and only law. Power. 
He was the only one blessed with nothing... but what if that weren't the case?
He will set out on a path… a path of conquest to scatter the despair created by the world's lack of 'humanity'.

A'void dark

I was standing in front of a man, he was scared. His pants were completely submerged in a hot stinking liquid. It mixed with blood that was oozing from the opened wound created by the breaking of the bones a little earlier. I killed his comrades, friends, and long-lived people. They were maybe even brothers, how am I any different than the man I hate so much. The major of the prison-hole that I was in. How can there be any difference between me and him if both of us laughed at the sight of the dead? I released him from my firm grip, he can't walk anyway. Why is this taking such a toll on my mind, he is no better bastard than him… But does it excuse me from being the same? If I kill the man that in my mind is the embodiment of all the worst deeds in humanoid history, how can I, a person? Call me any better than him?


Changes begin with small things